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Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Well,
now. What could all of this be about? And why am I addressing
everyone in any writing group that I've ever participated (or hovered
on the outskirts of) in? There's a simple reason for that and it has
to do with MAGNIFICATION, which just means that I want the broadest
audience possible for this post. Normally, I don't give a good
goddamn who reads what, unless I think I've written something truly
fine or more likely, hysterically funny, but there isn't a whole lot
to laugh about these days, is there?

So,
this is to my Dear Friend, ****. I'm not using any names, but there
are plenty of you out there that I count as my dear friends and I
care about you, and this post is mainly directed AT you and it is
meant in as loving a way as I can possibly state. ARE YOU ALL FUCKING
NUTS?

No,
I take that back, Dear Friend, ****, because surely your rationale
for making the decision and choices that you are clearly making now,
make some sense to you, although the rest of the world is scratching
it's head over this. I am talking about the decision to back Donald
Trump as our next Republican Presidential Candidate in the 2016
General Election.

You
know what is odd about this? I see your point; I truly do. However,
you, I, and the rest of the nation have been sold this bill of goods
for so long, it's hard to know what is the truth anymore and what is
a bunch of smoke and mirrors. So, let me see if I can clear it up for
all of us, Dear Friend, ****.
We've been fed a lot of guff for a long time, all of us and it's time
we all put an end to the long con.

You
see, back in the days of true Conservative Republican-type politics,
we had very good candidates like Barry Goldwater, who made a run for
President in 1964, only to be undone by one Lyndon Baines Johnson,
who while a terrific Senator and Speaker of the House was a truly
shitty president, was already lying to the American public about the
truth of things about the Tonkin Gulf. He could hardly help that
however, since he was being lied to by Robert McNamara and later,
General William Westmoreland, regarding body counts in Vietnam.
However, it was the beginning of what would become a period of deceit
in American Politics that would continue to haunt us until this day.

Goldwater
would have made a good President, my Dear Friend, ****,
but he made one statement that made him sound war-like and LBJ jumped
on it in his campaigning (not that mud-slinging was anything new, but
LBJ raised the bar on that) and so he buried Goldwater.

But,
LBJ botched Vietnam, and decided at the 11th
hour not to run in '68, leaving the door open for pacifist George
McGovern as the Democratic Candidate, facing off against Richard
Nixon, who won in a landslide, declaring “We want no wider war”,
all the while bombing into Cambodia and creating one of the most
horrific scenes of genocide by de-stabilizing that country.

And
so it goes, Dear Friend, ****. America has invested in her share of
Acts of Folly, up to and including the invasion of Iraq and the
destabilization of the entire Middle East. Because, we think we know
better than everyone else. Because we believe that our way is better
and that we are going to ram democracy and freedom down the entire
3rd
world's throats, if it kills 'em. Our hubris, arrogance and base
stupidity know no bounds. As reference, I point again to Vietnam.

We
built “hamlets” and moved all of the agrarian farmers from the
outlying villages into them. What we never understood and what the
Vietnamese revere more than anything is ancestor worship and by
taking them forcefully from their homes and moving them to a new
place forced them to leave behind generations of their dead, which
they cherished highly. It was no way to win the hearts and minds of
the South Vietnamese and it only served to drive more and more of
these villagers into the hands of the Viet Minh, led by Ho Chi Minh,
who was a Patriot first and a Communist, second.

But, we NEVER could
get that fine distinction into our thick heads and we STILL have a hide-bound
government determined to follow the Truman Doctrine right straight to
Hell. The Truman Doctrine, roughly paraphrased, means that by
allowing one country to be “coerced” into becoming a Communist
country, other countries in the region will fall to the same type of
political and economical regime; a “Domino Effect” as it were.

My
screed is going to take a different tack now, because there are other
parallels in history that resemble what is going on now and they are
quite simply, terrifying, Dear Friend, ****.

If
we go back into the 20th
century and look at post WW I Germany, and the Weimar Republic, we
can see that this was a time that was fraught with great economic
upheaval in the entire world, not just Germany. The Russian
Revolution had been fought and won, and if Lenin had lived longer,
the USSR would not have become this monolithic enigma that it turned
into under Stalin. With good reason, the Soviets feared the West.
They were invaded five times after the initial Revolution, by various
countries and factions, but the Bolsheviks always won and were
becoming suspicious and wary of the west.

To
the west, a young Adolf Hitler was busily putting together some kind
of rag-tag base of political ill-repute. A chicken farmer, (Rudolph
Hess), a flying ace from WW I and some-time heroin addict (Hermann
Goering) and the SA, the precursor to the SS. What Hitler did after
he was arrested for the 1923 beer-hall putsch, was to sit himself
down and write “Mein Kampf” (My Struggle) which should be
REQUIRED reading for anyone who wants to think critically.

courtesy:furtherglory.wordpress.com

Once
Hitler was out of jail, he began to get this thing published and
distributed and went to Union Meetings, Town Halls and distributed
the thing. It won him all of the disaffected Germans who were
suffering; suffering loss of status, loss of income, loss of their
own sense of self within what they “knew” to be true as
“Germanic”, or as Hitler would feed them, the term “Aryan”.
He started out by descrying the Treaty of Versailles, which was a
punitive treaty, the Allies rammed down Germany's throat, at the end
of WW I. We, as part of the Allies in WW II would not make that
mistake again. But gradually, he talked about “Pan-Germanism”,
anti-communism and only later, began to sneak in anti-semitism. His
growing supporters lapped this up like pigs at a trough. At last!
Someone who understands us! Someone who is for us!

Boy,
howdy, Dear Friend, ****, did they buy into it. They began to rally
around this little failure of a man and listen to his hours-long
screeds, which consisted mainly at the time of the equivalent of
“there, there, papa is here to make it all better”. As Hitler
began to gain strength, he began his onslaught on the Reichstag, the
legal government of Germany, being presided over by President von
Hindenburg. He first was able to establish the NAZI
(Nationalist-Socialist Party) from the defunct NSDAP party and gain
a majority in the Reichstag. In 1934, the NAZIs successfully passed
the “Enabling Act”, which began the process of turning Germany
into a one-party dictatorship based on totalitarian and autocratic
ideology of National Socialism.

Well,
Dear Friend, ****, this is where we start seeing that the will of the
people don't mean anything. Hitler had already been secretly
rebuilding an army called the Wehrmacht,
to augment and eventually replace the Reichswehr,
which was but a rump of an army, in the event Germany had to defend
herself.

While
Hitler was gangbusters at drumming up war fever and babbling about
lebensraum,
easily interpreted as “what's yours is now mine” or is a type of
colonialism mind-set left over from the 19th
century, Hitler went at it with a fury. His first acquisition was
Austria, which was practically German, because the Austrians spoke
German. Then, came the Sudetenland, which was a rump state that had
belonged to Germany, or Germans had walked across, or looked at.

Winston Churchill. Neville has apparently evaporated from the internet (just kidding), but would you want to face this bulldog across a negotiating table, squabbling about the fate of the free world? Neither would I and I'm a BITCH!

Up
until this point, Dear Friend ****, the west had rattled a couple of
sticks, not even sabers, and had conceded everything that Der Füehrer
asked for. In Great Britain, The Prime Minister, Neville Chamberlain,
gave into every single demand, while a back-bencher, by the name of
Winston Churchill sat and fumed. But appeasement NEVER pays off, as
Herr Chamberlain would find out on September 1, 1939.

Ultimatums
flew back and forth, and Hitler was certain that the West would not
attack, but they did. Although ultimately victorious, the Allies took
heavy, heavy losses. But, what of the Germans who had followed this
nameless gorm so blindly into the cataclysm? Their 1000-year Reich
lasted exactly 12 years and when the German Army was in retreat and
after it was apparent they could not stand and hold, Hitler ordered
them to “raze the countryside” because, “these people, these
sheep I have led do not deserve to live”, or words to that effect.

Dear
Friend, ****, Hitler's Arkitektminister, Albert Speer ran, drove,
rode horses, all over the countryside, countermanding that order. He
knew the war was lost, but he still cared enough about his country
and his fellow Germans that he didn't want them to starve during the
wintertime. War is a bitter, bitter thing. But even more bitter, is
finding out that your leader doesn't give one good goddamned about
you.

So,
what have I just told you, Dear Friend, ****? I have just described a
scenario we are currently in the midst of. Through no fault of yours
or mine, we have become disenfranchised in a way. Big deal. I once
had a fine house out in the country, then I tried to buy a house
during the Banking Crisis and I fought off eviction for two years. I
can no longer drive, due to the fact that I am legally blind. Big
Deal.

What
we have is a man who is trying to steam-roll his way into being
President and he is preying on the likes of people who have the
mindset that they have in fact, lost something. Yes, you have. I
have. But, it's part of social change and electing a person like this
who is also now got the GOP endorsing him and groveling at his feet
and appeasing him, is very much like a scenario that existed back in
Germany in the 30s. This does not make Trump eminently fit to become
one of the most powerful men in the world. To put it bluntly, the guy
is a schlemiel and one of the reasons Vladimir Putin loves him so
much, is because Putin will eat him for breakfast.

There
is so much more at stake here than just what's sitting in your
driveway. Have a motorcycle? You're doing better than I am. Gotta a
car? Good for you! I have to take public transportation and sit next
to Drunky McStinkly. This does not give me cause to lose all reason
and vote for a jackleg.

I
will leave you with this, Dear Friend, ****. Whatever happens in this
election, whomever wins, we are liable to see bloodshed in the
streets and Donald Trump is responsible for this. He has whipped up
hatred and fervor to a pitch not seen since the days of
Reconstruction or the riots of the 60s. This used to be a country of
beautiful ideals. We used to be able to engage in discourse and
disagree on subjects without resorting to violence and this has gone
the way of the sabre-toothed tiger. We used to be the “melting pot”
not only of different cultures, faiths and people, but also ideas. We
are so far off that path now, I wonder if we can get that back.

This is becoming more and more the norm. The organization is supposedly a religious one and is under the protection of a non-profit.

This was the original picture I wanted to use that I had found for another post. This more properly conveys, I think, the true nature of what a fascist regime represents, unlike the little ragtag, make-do pretend army of the previous picture. If you have never visited a country that exists under a Military or One-man Dictatorship, you should. Your eyes will be opened. Visiting Eastern Europe and the U.S.S.R., and as much as I love the Russians, their way of life did nothing to enamor me of their governance; just because they were Communists at the time (and still REALLY are), means nothing. It's the flip side of the same coin.

I
hear rhetoric now about doing away with certain parts of the
Constitution and parts of some of the Amendments that don't sit well
with some politicians. So be it. The Great American Experiment lasted
about 240 years. The Ottoman Empire lasted longer. Maybe Khrushchev
was right and we will be tossed onto the ash heap of history; a
fitting place for the country I see around me right now. Good luck,
my Dear Friend, ****. I will never forget you. I'll be the one on the
OTHER side of the barricades, or like Leon Trotsky (sans Stalin), will be writing policy for a new world. For what it's worth, I vote Independent and vote the principle, NOT the platform!

Itinerant violist and computer trouble-shooter for more years than I care to admit. While no longer homeless, still crazy, but with Labels *sigh* a bus-riding Asperger, bipolar-ridden, PD or non-PD, carbon life-form, providing fodder for Medical community. Not even kidding. Still ridiculous.

Acquiring a much richer and fuller experience and finding deeper meaning in day to day life, than I ever learned in a classroom, concert hall, or computer center. I will never believe that things just occur randomly, just monumentally disordered.

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